Until that garage door lifts and the clutter and grit stands piled up around us and we're a little bit bummed to see that it's still there; yet also so very happy, because it means we are home.
I died a thousand deaths because my girl is drawn to plunging drop-offs. She was always hitching a leg overboard to see just a little more. It gave me the vapors.
(I'm real strong y'all.)
I whined that I didn't want to come back to Drearsville. This rental, it's getting under my skin a bit. From the passenger seat of the van, I pictured it dark and sunless. Tired and old.
You know what? It's plenty sunny in here.
There are groceries in the fridge and clean laundry in the dryer. I busted out the famous veggie pita sandwich for my lunch and it slapped me on the back like the old friend that it is.
So maybe I don't have to choose between vacation happy and real life happy. Maybe they were allies all along. There was never a contest.
Ask me again tomorrow when the temperature dips twenty degrees and the sun hides out in the way-back.
But for today? Home is kinda dreamy.